Becoming Me
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult +
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26
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7,411
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62
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Against Nature
Disclaimer: As per usual, Joss owns the pretty characters, not me. Except for my originals: Amelia, Amber, and the humans.
7: AGAINST NATURE
“Hi, Mrs. Summers.” Xander squeezed through the door, two large paper bags in tow. Willow followed and closed the door.
“Xander. Willow.”
Xander grinned. “We thought you might be a bit lonely.”
“We came bearing snacks,” added Willow, a little too cheerily.
Joyce smiled weakly, helping her daughter’s friends set the take-out and desserts on the coffee table. “Thanks, you two.” She nibbled on a sugar cookie. “Do you...Do you think she’ll ever...”
“Of course she will.” Xander nodded in agreement. “She didn’t leave for good, she just...needed a break from her Sunnydale life, for a while.
* * * * * *
“Just a quick slay,” she pleaded. “I’ll only be a few minutes.” Spike pulled over 2 blocks from the McDonald’s, leaving the motor running.
“Make it fast, I’m hungry,” he urged the girl occupying his body. “And Buffy, be...careful. Don’t want you messin’ up my body.”
“God! Who are you, my mother?” She groaned, and closed the car door, strolling into the alley. A petite figure followed her, hugging the shadows.
Buffy approached the pair of vampires that was hunched over a body. Human, Buffy’s nose told her. She could hear a faint heartbeat. Alive. The female vamps were dressed in vinyl mini-skirts and Go-Go boots that just screamed 60s.
“Hey,” Buffy addressed the two, “Have you guys checked your calendars lately? It’s 1998, by the way. You should think about picking up a magazine or two for fashion inspiration.” Dealing a forceful kick to one vampire’s stomach, Buffy sent the fashion nightmare flying off her tall shoes. She drove the stake into her adversary’s heart.
Buffy approached the second vampire, who backed away. “Wh-what do you think you’re doing, staking your own kind?”
“Hey – “ The insulted Buffy suddenly realized she was killing her own kind, having temporarily forgotten whose body she wore. I’m a vampire. A male vampire, with a very large dick... Her mind took an unplanned vacation to the gutter before she hastily reminded herself that Spike was gross, and evil, and in no way sexy at all.
The remaining vampire screamed as she exploded into a pile of dust. Buffy switched her gaze to the burly male vampire who’d staked the 60s reject. He snarled at Buffy. “Gonna fight me? Or do you have to run home to your boyfriend?” The vamp spat scornfully.
“He’s not my – oh.” Buffy realized that her earlier fashion tips, coming from a male vampire like herself, had probably bestowed upon her a slightly different image than she’d intended. But that meant this vamp had been watching her...Which meant his agenda was something different from usual. Or that he was just smarter than usual.
Or that, like Spike’s minions, he’d been ordered to watch her by his master vampire.
Buffy could hear the human’s heartbeat wavering. And Spike honking the horn impatiently. She had to kill this guy fast.
Despite his bulk, he wasn’t a very challenging adversary. The opposite of Spike, Buffy thought absently. I mean, Spike’s smaller, but way deadlier...Is “deadlier” a word? She resolved the struggle with several well-aimed kicks and a stake to the back. Then she raced back to the victim.
The dying teenage girl looked up at Buffy. “They...bit me...” she rasped, pointing to the two bite marks on her neck.
But Buffy already knew that – she could smell the youthful, sweet blood calling out to her. Her entire body throbbed with excitement over the thought of sinking her fangs into the soft skin and drinking...
But at the same time her entire chest seemed to be splitting in two. It reminded her of jumping into the swimming pool she’d had as a child, and feeling the icy winter water crash into her. So wrong, the cold water murmured, so wrong...
So this is what having a soul is – was like for Angel. It was still hard to remember that Angel was the same as Angelus, and that he was gone.
Buffy punched “9-1-1” into her cell phone. “Hello? Yes...I’ve found a young woman who is badly injured...Oh, I’m in an alley outside Safeway...Yeah, something is wrong with her neck, how did you - A lot, huh? Strange. Someone should look into that.” Someone being me. “Is someone on the way? Good...”
She decided to wait with the girl, and comfort her until the paramedics arrived. Spike would be so pissed, she would bet millions.
The pair of gold eyes that had been watching from the shadows ever since Buffy had first arrived on the scene continued to observe with interest.
“Interesting...” Amber murmured. She ran black-painted fingernails through her dyed-purple hair, skillfully messing it up. “Fucking weird, actually.”
* * * * * *
“What is your problem?” Buffy demanded as Spike rolled to a stop in front of her. “Weren’t you supposed to be waiting for me?”
“Weren’t you supposed to be doing a ‘quick slay’?”
Buffy slipped into the passenger seat. “There was a girl with neck trauma.”
“How bloody unusual,” he commented snidely. “Was she tasty?” He stepped on the gas pedal.
Buffy gave him a look, and then continued with her narrative. “Actually, it was kinda weird. I dusted one, but I didn’t have a chance to do the other, because this other vamp got her first. But it’s not like he’s good, cos he tried to attack me when he definitely knew I was helping the girl. So, evil vamp dusts evil vamp. Why would he do that?”
Spike shook his head. He didn’t understand it either; it seemed completely against a vampire’s nature. But it was also against a vampire’s nature to want to help the Slayer, and he feared he might be beginning to understand that move of his a bit too well. “At least you’re not hurt,” he told her, watching the street lamps whiz by.
* * * * * *
Amber slammed the door and menacingly stormed through the house, the pounding of her combat boots causing her minions to become instantly occupied in some task or another. A small human girl hopped out from below the kitchen sink and surveyed the entryway. “Mama, she tracked mud all over the rug again.”
A tired-looking woman carried a broom across the kitchen and swept the dirt into her daughter’s dustpan.
“Amber’s mad, isn’t –“
“You shouldn’t call her that, mi vida.”
The little girl pouted. “But she calls me Lilia, when she speaks to me. And she never seems to care what I call her.” The mother turned a disapproving glare on her child. The creature who had taken over their house was a dangerous monster, and the fact that they were still alive was nothing short of a miracle from Dios.
Amber came back into the entryway, and put her shoes near the door. She stared at the new mud tracks, swept away by old memories of sunlight and mothers and mud on the floor, hugs and bedtime stories, all of them as elusive as the breeze from the wing of a butterfly. Then she tore herself from her reverie and sulkily turned on her heel, gold eyes glaring at the humans as if daring them to challenge her.
Amber stalked moodily down the hall. Why did this pair of humans bring out her wimpy, tender side? They were just like any other meal, only...not. She’d decided not to kill them when she took over their house, and on several occasions had protected them from her minions. No vampire did things like this. It was just against nature. And it put Amber in an even worse mood.
The second she stomped into the basement, the entire assembly of vampires became silent, waiting for their mistress to speak. Amber smiled with pleasure, letting the ridges on her forehead subside. “We heard rumors that Spike had helped the Slayer in Sunnydale, and he was spotted entering Los Angeles with her by the Switchblades’ watchmen. Tonight there were plans to monitor him for more of this unusual behavior, and damn is unusual the word. I saw him stake two vamps.
“One had been feeding, and he called the police to help the victim. The second was Maurice, under my orders to kill any non-gang demons who noticed Spike.” There was some sniggering, but the room was silent as the grave when Amber continued. “And I expect each one of you to take the exact same risk, as we want to keep the mystery among Revolvers only, until we’ve unraveled the cause of it.
“And seeing as we need answers, I think it might be time for me to pay our houseguest a little...visit.” This statement was met with wild cheering and the basement buzzed with excitement. Amber climbed two flights of stairs and removed several heavy locks on an upstairs door.
The adolescent vampire kicked a sleeping figure, which moaned.
“Wake up, Drusilla.”
Dru sat up and ran her hands over her hair slowly. “We’ll 'ave a party, when it’s done. 'E’ll come round, round, and we’ll drink 'er –“
“And I’ll bring the balloons,” added Amber disdainfully. She punched Drusilla in the face. “Tell me what you know about Spike. Recent news, I mean. Why is he acting like he isn’t a vampire? Why is he hanging with the Slayer, why is he slaying our kind...Assuming you even count as ‘my kind,’ you ho-bag excuse for a vampire.”
Dru cackled. “It’s 'er...It’s all 'er, and I did it! And my Spike will come 'ome to Mummy when we’re through...”
“Yeah? So... how do we make go back how he was?” Amber hissed, twisting Dru’s arm painfully. The teenage vampire was surprised by the strength of her anger. She guessed some things, like emotion or like memories, didn’t fade over time.
“Let me...persuade him,” Drusilla said suggestively. “I’ll talk, and I’ll -“
“You 'aven’t got a chance, little girl,” Drusilla cackled. “You’ve got to be bad...And you’re not bad enough.”
Amber threw Dru against the wall savagely. “You?” she asked with engineered calmness. Then her face hardened and her tone cut like steel. “Never.”
We’ll see who’s bad, Drusilla. Just you wait.
Reviews are much appreciated.
7: AGAINST NATURE
“Hi, Mrs. Summers.” Xander squeezed through the door, two large paper bags in tow. Willow followed and closed the door.
“Xander. Willow.”
Xander grinned. “We thought you might be a bit lonely.”
“We came bearing snacks,” added Willow, a little too cheerily.
Joyce smiled weakly, helping her daughter’s friends set the take-out and desserts on the coffee table. “Thanks, you two.” She nibbled on a sugar cookie. “Do you...Do you think she’ll ever...”
“Of course she will.” Xander nodded in agreement. “She didn’t leave for good, she just...needed a break from her Sunnydale life, for a while.
* * * * * *
“Just a quick slay,” she pleaded. “I’ll only be a few minutes.” Spike pulled over 2 blocks from the McDonald’s, leaving the motor running.
“Make it fast, I’m hungry,” he urged the girl occupying his body. “And Buffy, be...careful. Don’t want you messin’ up my body.”
“God! Who are you, my mother?” She groaned, and closed the car door, strolling into the alley. A petite figure followed her, hugging the shadows.
Buffy approached the pair of vampires that was hunched over a body. Human, Buffy’s nose told her. She could hear a faint heartbeat. Alive. The female vamps were dressed in vinyl mini-skirts and Go-Go boots that just screamed 60s.
“Hey,” Buffy addressed the two, “Have you guys checked your calendars lately? It’s 1998, by the way. You should think about picking up a magazine or two for fashion inspiration.” Dealing a forceful kick to one vampire’s stomach, Buffy sent the fashion nightmare flying off her tall shoes. She drove the stake into her adversary’s heart.
Buffy approached the second vampire, who backed away. “Wh-what do you think you’re doing, staking your own kind?”
“Hey – “ The insulted Buffy suddenly realized she was killing her own kind, having temporarily forgotten whose body she wore. I’m a vampire. A male vampire, with a very large dick... Her mind took an unplanned vacation to the gutter before she hastily reminded herself that Spike was gross, and evil, and in no way sexy at all.
The remaining vampire screamed as she exploded into a pile of dust. Buffy switched her gaze to the burly male vampire who’d staked the 60s reject. He snarled at Buffy. “Gonna fight me? Or do you have to run home to your boyfriend?” The vamp spat scornfully.
“He’s not my – oh.” Buffy realized that her earlier fashion tips, coming from a male vampire like herself, had probably bestowed upon her a slightly different image than she’d intended. But that meant this vamp had been watching her...Which meant his agenda was something different from usual. Or that he was just smarter than usual.
Or that, like Spike’s minions, he’d been ordered to watch her by his master vampire.
Buffy could hear the human’s heartbeat wavering. And Spike honking the horn impatiently. She had to kill this guy fast.
Despite his bulk, he wasn’t a very challenging adversary. The opposite of Spike, Buffy thought absently. I mean, Spike’s smaller, but way deadlier...Is “deadlier” a word? She resolved the struggle with several well-aimed kicks and a stake to the back. Then she raced back to the victim.
The dying teenage girl looked up at Buffy. “They...bit me...” she rasped, pointing to the two bite marks on her neck.
But Buffy already knew that – she could smell the youthful, sweet blood calling out to her. Her entire body throbbed with excitement over the thought of sinking her fangs into the soft skin and drinking...
But at the same time her entire chest seemed to be splitting in two. It reminded her of jumping into the swimming pool she’d had as a child, and feeling the icy winter water crash into her. So wrong, the cold water murmured, so wrong...
So this is what having a soul is – was like for Angel. It was still hard to remember that Angel was the same as Angelus, and that he was gone.
Buffy punched “9-1-1” into her cell phone. “Hello? Yes...I’ve found a young woman who is badly injured...Oh, I’m in an alley outside Safeway...Yeah, something is wrong with her neck, how did you - A lot, huh? Strange. Someone should look into that.” Someone being me. “Is someone on the way? Good...”
She decided to wait with the girl, and comfort her until the paramedics arrived. Spike would be so pissed, she would bet millions.
The pair of gold eyes that had been watching from the shadows ever since Buffy had first arrived on the scene continued to observe with interest.
“Interesting...” Amber murmured. She ran black-painted fingernails through her dyed-purple hair, skillfully messing it up. “Fucking weird, actually.”
* * * * * *
“What is your problem?” Buffy demanded as Spike rolled to a stop in front of her. “Weren’t you supposed to be waiting for me?”
“Weren’t you supposed to be doing a ‘quick slay’?”
Buffy slipped into the passenger seat. “There was a girl with neck trauma.”
“How bloody unusual,” he commented snidely. “Was she tasty?” He stepped on the gas pedal.
Buffy gave him a look, and then continued with her narrative. “Actually, it was kinda weird. I dusted one, but I didn’t have a chance to do the other, because this other vamp got her first. But it’s not like he’s good, cos he tried to attack me when he definitely knew I was helping the girl. So, evil vamp dusts evil vamp. Why would he do that?”
Spike shook his head. He didn’t understand it either; it seemed completely against a vampire’s nature. But it was also against a vampire’s nature to want to help the Slayer, and he feared he might be beginning to understand that move of his a bit too well. “At least you’re not hurt,” he told her, watching the street lamps whiz by.
* * * * * *
Amber slammed the door and menacingly stormed through the house, the pounding of her combat boots causing her minions to become instantly occupied in some task or another. A small human girl hopped out from below the kitchen sink and surveyed the entryway. “Mama, she tracked mud all over the rug again.”
A tired-looking woman carried a broom across the kitchen and swept the dirt into her daughter’s dustpan.
“Amber’s mad, isn’t –“
“You shouldn’t call her that, mi vida.”
The little girl pouted. “But she calls me Lilia, when she speaks to me. And she never seems to care what I call her.” The mother turned a disapproving glare on her child. The creature who had taken over their house was a dangerous monster, and the fact that they were still alive was nothing short of a miracle from Dios.
Amber came back into the entryway, and put her shoes near the door. She stared at the new mud tracks, swept away by old memories of sunlight and mothers and mud on the floor, hugs and bedtime stories, all of them as elusive as the breeze from the wing of a butterfly. Then she tore herself from her reverie and sulkily turned on her heel, gold eyes glaring at the humans as if daring them to challenge her.
Amber stalked moodily down the hall. Why did this pair of humans bring out her wimpy, tender side? They were just like any other meal, only...not. She’d decided not to kill them when she took over their house, and on several occasions had protected them from her minions. No vampire did things like this. It was just against nature. And it put Amber in an even worse mood.
The second she stomped into the basement, the entire assembly of vampires became silent, waiting for their mistress to speak. Amber smiled with pleasure, letting the ridges on her forehead subside. “We heard rumors that Spike had helped the Slayer in Sunnydale, and he was spotted entering Los Angeles with her by the Switchblades’ watchmen. Tonight there were plans to monitor him for more of this unusual behavior, and damn is unusual the word. I saw him stake two vamps.
“One had been feeding, and he called the police to help the victim. The second was Maurice, under my orders to kill any non-gang demons who noticed Spike.” There was some sniggering, but the room was silent as the grave when Amber continued. “And I expect each one of you to take the exact same risk, as we want to keep the mystery among Revolvers only, until we’ve unraveled the cause of it.
“And seeing as we need answers, I think it might be time for me to pay our houseguest a little...visit.” This statement was met with wild cheering and the basement buzzed with excitement. Amber climbed two flights of stairs and removed several heavy locks on an upstairs door.
The adolescent vampire kicked a sleeping figure, which moaned.
“Wake up, Drusilla.”
Dru sat up and ran her hands over her hair slowly. “We’ll 'ave a party, when it’s done. 'E’ll come round, round, and we’ll drink 'er –“
“And I’ll bring the balloons,” added Amber disdainfully. She punched Drusilla in the face. “Tell me what you know about Spike. Recent news, I mean. Why is he acting like he isn’t a vampire? Why is he hanging with the Slayer, why is he slaying our kind...Assuming you even count as ‘my kind,’ you ho-bag excuse for a vampire.”
Dru cackled. “It’s 'er...It’s all 'er, and I did it! And my Spike will come 'ome to Mummy when we’re through...”
“Yeah? So... how do we make go back how he was?” Amber hissed, twisting Dru’s arm painfully. The teenage vampire was surprised by the strength of her anger. She guessed some things, like emotion or like memories, didn’t fade over time.
“Let me...persuade him,” Drusilla said suggestively. “I’ll talk, and I’ll -“
“You 'aven’t got a chance, little girl,” Drusilla cackled. “You’ve got to be bad...And you’re not bad enough.”
Amber threw Dru against the wall savagely. “You?” she asked with engineered calmness. Then her face hardened and her tone cut like steel. “Never.”
We’ll see who’s bad, Drusilla. Just you wait.
Reviews are much appreciated.